Summer Camp Wednesday [The Park]

[sith_happened]

Today's beautiful weather was made for sitting outside and doing craft projects, which was good, because that's what you were doing. A number of tables were set up around the park, each filled with macrame and micro macrame--which was a thing Anakin had learned this week-- supplies: cording of various colors, beads, crystals, and other bits of shiny things (though the supplies were getting depleted as the squirrels kept stealing them), and a few macrame patterns mostly for dresses and other clothing-like items.

Even more worryingly, there was a runway set out down the middle of the area, along with two chairs set aside for judges.

"Right!" Anakin said, yelling into his bullhorn again. "Today you will be working in teams under a one-hour time limit to create a piece of macrame fashionwear. It does not have to be very large--it's not going to be for any of you to wear. The dimensions are provided at your stations, and the models will be arriving shortly."

Anyone have a bad feeling about that? Good.

"This week's winners will win the highly coveted Billy the Bass singing fish--" he glanced around. "Where'd that kriffing thing get off to?" He raised his hand and the fish, propelled by its own power and shrieking Sabatoge flew in from...somewhere.

"...that was odd." He glared at the assembled crowd. "Please refrain from stealing the fish until after the winner is determined this week. Listen carefully for your name and then join your team. You will have an hour to learn how to macrame and then your models will arrive and parade down the catwalk. The winners will be determined by our fashion experts Sparkle and Brooke. Your teams are as follows:

Paris, Seivarden, and Astrid
Peter, Sabine, and Tip
Jason, Ahsoka, and Norman
Verity, Aphra, and Rosa
Bobby, Mitsutada, and Hardison
Liam, Miguel, and Uma
Hannibal, Cristina, and Rufus
Steve, Yang, and Sidon
Amaya, Kitty, and Beaker
Hera, Kanan, and Breq
Jono, Kathy, and Rey
Eliot and Ino

You may begin...now."

And a giant glowing timer that Anakin had gotten from...somewhere... began ticking down the hour.

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Re: Meet Your Models!

[intotheout]

"As far as I know, all they want to do is bite people," Tip said. "I say let the old guy do it."

Sorry, Peter.

Re: Meet Your Models!

[2_old_for_this]

Well, Peter couldn't dispute it.

"I like to think I look pretty good for my age," he said wryly.

Re: Meet Your Models!

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Looks like you're up, old guy," Sabine said, gesturing to the model.

She didn't know what any of this was about.

Re: Meet Your Models!

[2_old_for_this]

Peter picked up their macrame dress and one of the cozies they'd decided to use as a hat, eyed the gremlins grimly, and stood. "Wish me luck."

Re: Meet Your Models!

[intotheout]

"Grab it by the back of the neck," Tip advised. "That's how you keep cats from biting."

In the meantime, she was going to stand well back.

Re: Meet Your Models!

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Sabine was also hanging back, but taking a lot of mental notes. "I never thought today might be educational."

Re: Meet Your Models!

[2_old_for_this]

"I think I can do better than grabbing it." Peter set his jaw, took a deep breath, and sent out a binding spell, glowing green bonds that wrapped around the gremlin and held it in place. It squirmed and squealed and tried to bite them, but he was able to hold it firmly.

"Okay, wish me luck." He might be immune to the venom, but that didn't mean bites didn't hurt.

Re: Meet Your Models!

[intotheout]

"I guess that works, too," Tip said. She tossed over the cozy. "Don't forget the hat."

Re: Meet Your Models!

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Today's a lot weirder than I thought it would be," Sabine muttered, shaking her head. She'd get used to it.

Re: Meet Your Models!

[intotheout]

"Yeah . . . that doesn't really go away."

Re: Meet Your Models!

[2_old_for_this]

"Wouldn't dream of it." Peter went over to the gremlin warily. "Okay, now you can't hurt me, so just let me put these on you? Walk down the runway and then you're done."

The gremlin was having none of it. Peter let it get away with one bite, then turned his arms to iron before finishing. "Now, are you going to walk, or do we need to move you on our own?"